This unknown number, who you actually know, is always at the top of your chat list. Almost every day, he chats you, making you upset and annoyed of course.

"Oh, come on. You're just filling up my phone gallery with pictures of these women I'm not interested in." He says, after you've sent him some pictures of women, with the intention of distracting him from you.

"But they're all attractive. Take a good look." You reply.

"I'm not interested, so stop sending me pictures of them."

You think hard, and reply, "I'm surprised at you. Even though I've suggested women who are prettier than me, you still refuse. What's wrong with your brain? I'm ugly, just so you know!"

"Ugly? Who said that?" he replies quickly, with a teasing emoticon.

Annoyed, you throw your phone on the bed. You still have things to take care of, namely preparing the last bag for your departure tomorrow afternoon. You have a schedule to go to Singapore, to meet your client there. Everything is already in your bag, except for one, the passport.

"Damn it, where's my passport?!" You hiss, annoyed and confused. But, an incoming message notification goes off. You pick up your phone, and to your surprise, your stalker, sends you a selfie, holding your passport and his, with a ticket for the same flight as you, with the seat right next to you. You can't really see his face because it's dark, but it's clear enough to know that he's grinning. "Where are we going?" he wrote in the caption.